Roman rubbed the sleep from his eyes and quickly freshened up. He had spent the previous night waiting for his mother, confused by the hushed whispers of the servants who refused to tell him what was going on, until exhaustion finally claimed him.
"You're up early, Young Master," the attendant said with a gentle smile.
"I want to see my mama," Roman replied. "She went somewhere last night. And my father, is he sick?"
"Your father is well now, Young Master. They are resting in their chambers. Would you like me to take you there?"
"Yes. I'll bathe later," Roman said. "I've already brushed my teeth and washed my face."
"Follow me, Young Master," the attendant said, guiding him toward the Duke's wing.
Upon entering the suite, the attendant noticed the servants were already busy with the morning cleaning. Roman spotted his parents seated on the sofa, a tea service set out between them.
